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outtoshatter · 3 months

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today we are spotlighting the wonderful @elisela! She has so many lovely fics to choose from!

Bite Sized:

workday mornings | G | 631 tags: domestic fluff, alternate universe Summary: “Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and causes a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

half of my soul (as the poets say) | G | 920 tags: alternate universe, long distance, fluff Summary: He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning.

thirty-six | G | 541 tags: alternate universe, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: "Do you know how it feels to have someone change their whole life just to make you happy?” Derek asks. Stiles takes a cautious step into the room, plate of sandwiches in hand, but his husband doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the opposite wall, staring at the mural so new that Stiles swears he can still smell the paint.

follow through | M | 606 tags: college, professor Derek, coach Stiles, established relationship Summary: The force with which Stiles slams the paper down on the desk causes a coffee cup to rattle on its coaster, and he takes a moment to despair that he’s in love with an idiot who insists on using coasters despite the desk being treated like garbage by every professor who had used it for the past thirty years.

Not right now, though. Right now, he’s decidedly not in love, and most definitely pissed.

hold you through | G | 956 tags: emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Derek’s fallen asleep again.

Over 1k:

Almost nothing | E | 2k tags: porn without plot, smut Summary: Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

wild about you | G | 1k tags: human AU, meet cute, sports Summary: Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

West coast swing | G | 1k tags: alternate universe-sports, developing relationship, fluff Summary: Somewhere in the air over Colorado, Derek gets cold feet.

here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed | T | 7k tags: canon compliant, post-movie, fix-it Summary: Stiles doesn’t go home right away.

The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.

It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.

Stiles doesn’t listen to it.

Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.

mountain man | G | 1k tags: bookstore, getting together, fluff Summary: “Mountain man is here,” Scott whispers in his ear, hands gripping Stiles’ shoulders as he carefully moves behind him in the narrow space. “Biographies.”

Bonus- Over 10k!:

you can wear my sweater (if I can have your heart) | T | 12k tags: sports, hockey player Derek, soccer player Stiles, alive Hales, fluff Summary: “It’s fine,” Stiles says, but he stops at the bottom of the porch when Derek closes a hand around his elbow. His scent is evening out, mellowing from humiliation to embarrassment, and his heart skips a few beats when Derek touches him. “Really, I misread everything. Jordan said—” he stops, again, and Derek has to stop himself from asking because what Jordan said isn’t the most pressing issue.

“I thought you were joking,” he says, keeping Stiles’ arm still even as he starts to pull away. “Whatever Jordan said, he didn’t tell me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, I didn’t think this was any different.”

Stiles turns to face him, and this time when he pulls his arm back, Derek lets go. “I’ve been asking you out for weeks,” he says, a thin trace of amusement through the resignation in his voice. “It’s fine, dude, just a misunderstanding. I’ll stop.”

Go check out elisela's AO3 page, where she has even more terrific fics to choose from! Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #author spotlight #elisela #derek hale #stiles stilinski #spotlight saturday #i am so sorry i didn't post this yesterday #i forgot what day it was

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princecharmingwinks · 1 year

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Sterek Fic Rec - February 2023. Goodness, this month has been busy. But it is still Feb here so I’m taking it! Please enjoy the below :)

I Can Give You the Constellations by skoosiepants (1/1 | 9K | Teen)

“I’m just going to pretend this isn’t happening. I’m going to close my eyes, and when I open them again, I’ll be back on Atlantis, sleeping in my tiny bunk, eating reconstituted potatoes and putting googly eyes on rocks to freak out Jared.”

Or—

How Captain Derek Hale and Dr. Stiles Stilinski keep managing to save each other’s lives…in space!

5 Times Stiles Said I Love You and 1 Time He Meant It by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

Five times Stiles told Derek he loved him, and one time he meant it. (I mean title's pretty self-explanatory right?)

My Friend Thinks You're Cute by fairytalesandfolklore (1/1 | 2K | Teen)

A Sterek College AU And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band. The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him when he happened upon one of his live performances on YouTube the following summer. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he’s currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. Derek Hale, Beacon Hills sweetheart, local legend, and international rising star.

you can wear my sweater (if i can have your heart) by elisela (1/1 | 12K | Teen)

“It’s fine,” Stiles says, but he stops at the bottom of the porch when Derek closes a hand around his elbow. His scent is evening out, mellowing from humiliation to embarrassment, and his heart skips a few beats when Derek touches him. “Really, I misread everything. Jordan said—” he stops, again, and Derek has to stop himself from asking because what Jordan said isn’t the most pressing issue.

We belong to the light (we belong to the thunder) by GreyHaven (1/1 | 3K | Explicit)

Stiles doesn't want to hurt Derek. Except when he really really does. And who better to hurt than a werewolf who will heal from anything he dishes out?

Not all treasure is silver and gold by princecharmingwinks (10/10 | 26K | Mature | Yes, this is mine!)

Captain Derek Hale is on a mission and he needs a fearless crew. His betrothed has been kidnapped, his family lives in exile and he harbours a dangerous secret. Enter Lady Erica Reyes, the perfect Quartermaster to join the crew. Erica has her own reasons for needing to escape her seaside town. An abusive father with a suggested 'arrangement' has forced her to create her own future.

A Derek and Erica friendship on the high seas, all in the name of love and family. Because not all treasure is silver and gold.

how to court a werewolf by graveltotempo (1/1 | 6K | General)

Stiles accidentally begins a courtship with Derek. Wary at first, the werewolf accepts, and Stiles ticks off all the boxes of a traditional Hale werewolf courting - oblivious to the whole thing.

Because of course he is.

Peter thinks the entire thing is hilarious.

Cora thinks that they deserve each other.

(spoiler alert: they do)

you could be the one that i love by whenwordsmakesense (1/1 | 2K | Teen)

It’s a good time in Beacon Hills.

Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he’s on his fifth bite of burger and his dad’s staring down his own.

“You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me.”

Stiles chokes on his burger.

Dessert's on Me by halcyon1993 (1/1 | 4K | Explicit)

Derek comes home to find Stiles baking in nothing but an apron.

Re-edited 2nd February 2022.

Soulsick by theroguesgambit (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

Derek loathes this idiot of a soulmate, whoever they are. For not coming to Stiles’ call, for being too useless do just to this one simple thing, for failing Stiles, proving how utterly unworthy they are before they’ve ever met him. -- Stiles is cursed with a disease that will eventually destroy his soul unless his soulmate helps strengthen it. The pack performs a ritual to call his soulmate to his side. But days pass and no one appears...

Maybe they're already here?

princecharmingwinks special mention (Derek has some extremely hot lines in this! hot damn! And I love him so protective and Stiles is so smitten)

so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos (1/1 | 18K | Explicit)

"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now."

~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.

It was my birthday this month and it feels appropriate that I slipped in my big big pirate fic ;) See you all next week!

#sterek #sterek fanfic #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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phefics · 6 months

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ophelia. early twenties. she/they. multi-fandom. horror enthusiast, cozy gamer, swiftie & daughter of cain. here to indulge in my slutty fictional fantasies.

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. do not copy or repost my fics, or feed them to ai. do not follow me if you are under 18. only send requests when i am accepting them & respect my boundaries. read my rules before sending. most importantly: be nice!!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰)

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. (𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬)

baldur's gate 3. astarion; karlach; shadowheart

criminal minds. aaron hotchner; derek morgan; emily prentiss; jennifer jareau; penelope garcia; spencer reid

death note. l lawliet; light yagami; misa amane

fear street trilogy. cindy berman; deena johnson; kate schmidt; samantha fraser; simon kalivoda; ziggy berman.

five nights at freddy's. mike schmidt; steve raglan/william afton.

grey's anatomy. addison montgomery; cristina yang; george o'malley; meredith grey.

grishaverse. alina starkov. inej ghafa. jesper fahey. kaz brekker. nina zenik.

harry potter. blaise zabini; cedric diggory; draco malfoy; fred weasley; george weasley; harry potter; hermione granger; ginny weasley; luna lovegood; nymphadora tonks; theodore nott.

miscellaneous. dean winchester (supernatural); kurt kunkle (spree); luke castellan (percy jackson); riff (west side story). roman roy (succession). ryan (thanksgiving 2023). stiles stilinski (teen wolf). sweeney todd (sweeney todd).

saltburn. felix catton; oliver quick

scream. billy loomis; sidney prescott; stu macher

spider-verse. hobie brown; miguel o'hara; peter parker (tasm)

stardew valley. abigail; alex; haley; harvey; leah; maru; penny; sam; sebastian.

stranger things. chrissy cunningham; eddie munson; jim hopper; nancy wheeler; robin buckley; steve harrington.

the hunger games. coriolanus snow; finnick odair; gale hawthorne; haymitch abernathy; johanna mason; katniss everdeen; lucy gray baird; peeta mellark; sejanus plinth; tigris snow.

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

yes. afab!reader. aus. biting. bondage. choking. degradation. edging. fem!reader. fluff. foot fetish. gender-neutral!reader. hickies. overstimulation. praise. scratching. sex toys. smut. spanking. threesomes. tickling.

maybe. amab!reader. angst. blood-play. “daddy” as a title. dub-con. knife-play. male!reader. parenthood. pregnancy. specific aesthetic for reader. watersports.

no. age-play (sexual or non-sexual). cheating. eating disorders. f!receiving anal. gun-play. incest/step-cest. pedophilia. rape/non-con. scat. vomit.

#ophelia's pinned #blog nav #slasher fic #x reader fic #reader inserts #fic writer

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hi, first of all I just wanted to say I have found so many amazing fics through your blog!

I was wondering however, if you have any fic recommendations (or know a tag) that involve the aftermath of the pool scene from season 2? I don't care if there's a pairing or not, but if it involves some whumpy consequences for Stiles after holding up Derek in the pool for so long, that is a bonus!

Thank you. @thoughts-ideas-statements!

Jealousy (I Can Smell It On You) by Black_Calliope

(1/1 I 1,151 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Stiles enters his own bedroom, Derek barely gives him time to shut the door before crowding him against the wooden surface. “Where have you been?” he barks in Stiles’ direction.

“Good to see you too,” Stiles mutters sarcastically. Because manners? They stand to Alphas the same way pink, furry handcuffs stand to Mr. Argent.

Reaching for you with trembling fingers by Analinea

(1/1 I 4,077 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek sinks to the bottom of the pool. He blinks. He's dead, he thinks. How else would you explain standing in front of an unknown coffee shop in a generic busy street, people going in and out of the shop through him.

Urban Legends: Kanimas by Shinigami24

(20/20 I 7,735 I Explicit I Sterek)

Although the pack is starting to see some peace, it is soon interrupted by a new force in the supernatural world.

It's All I Can Do by Vanyela

(5/5 I 8,418 I Teen I Sterek)

This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have.

Based off the prompt: "Stiles shoves Derek to the top of the pool even as he’s drowning because Derek is worth so much more than Stiles could ever be."

Abomination by Megchad22

(2/2 I 8,976 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Scott hung up on him and it set in motion something that would change the fate of his life.

The Gift of Death by Lalaith_Quetzalli

(1/1 I 10,913 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles realizes he cannot trust Scott, he’s never trusted the Argents, and Derek tries but he cannot do it all alone. Which means that if he wants to stop the kanima before more people die, he’s going to have to step forward himself. It’s time everyone learns who Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski truly is…

Regression to the Mean by whitedahlia13

(9/9 I 30,819 I Teen I Stydia)

Somehow, in the process of becoming real friends, this boy took hold of her heart, piece by piece, until he fully claimed it. It was in doing so, that he had acquired the power to hurt her more than anyone ever could…and now, much to Lydia’s dismay, he doesn’t seem to want her heart any longer.

Glowing eyes by 0809m

(16/? I 37,852 I Mature I Sterek)

"If you accept it, the bite will take. Someone so loyal like you, with so much will, you're born to be like this Stiles." Derek says.

Stiles stays in silence a big amount of time. He really wants this, as much as he would like to think, he can't protect himself and he can't count with Scott, not anymore. He wants this.

"Do it." He says, no trace of doubt in his voice.

Blood Moon by WritingintheCandlelight

(23/? I 168,765 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles hated this. He hated lying, he hated the secrecy and he was beginning to hate that he had to pretend he was fine when he felt like he was falling apart.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #wolf!stiles #stydia #lydia martin

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eevylynn · 1 month

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Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

Sterek || eventual Alpha Werewolf Stiles [ao3]

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

Chapter 2 - Perception Ignited

The late afternoon sun broke through the thick canopy of trees on the long, winding road through the dense preserve casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on Roscoe. The lush green leaves danced in the gentle breeze, creating a picturesque scene of nature's vibrant beauty. The summer heat wrapped itself around the vehicle, adding a sense of warmth and anticipation to the air.

Seated in the backseat, Stiles' imagination soared amidst the seemingly surreal surroundings. His young mind, now awakened to the existence of supernatural beings, conjured images of mythical creatures running alongside the car. Perhaps a majestic unicorn with a gleaming horn or a fierce griffin soaring through the sky? Stiles yearned to encounter these fantastical beings, unsure of which ones were mere legends and which ones held the truth. Now that he knew werewolves were real and that he himself had become one, his entire world, his very perception of reality had forever shifted. Anything seemed possible, and the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary blurred in his mind.

Stiles marveled at the fact that he had been discharged from the hospital yesterday after being there for only a day. He’s still amazed at his own healing. He pulled his sleeve up to look at his arm where the giant werewolf had bitten him and still found it astounding that there wasn’t a single trace of injury.

When they had arrived at Beacon Hills Medical Center two days ago, Melissa McCall happened to be on duty, a stroke of luck that would prove crucial. It was Ms. McCall who first noticed something extraordinary about Stiles' injuries - they were healing at an astonishing rate. The sight both relieved and alarmed the Stilinski family and the medical staff, leaving them bewildered.

Unbeknownst to them, Alpha Talia Hale had cultivated connections within the medical center staff, ensuring that she would be promptly informed of any supernatural occurrences. As soon as she received word of Stiles' condition, she wasted no time and made her way swiftly to the hospital. Talia sought out the bewildered parents, Noah and Claudia Stilinski, to deliver the astonishing truth: their son had been turned into a werewolf.

With utmost care and compassion, Talia explained the physical implications that Stiles would now face, including the transformations, the influence of the full moon, and his heightened senses. She also shed some light on the intricate dynamics of werewolf packs and the profound impact they have on the mental and emotional well-being of their members. Overwhelmed and nervous, the Stilinski family found themselves grappling with the magnitude of the revelation. Noah especially struggled to accept this new reality unfolding before him.

Being a parent herself, with three children of her own, Talia could relate to the stress and uncertainty that accompanied such circumstances. She provided them with her personal contact information and assured them that she would be available whenever they needed assistance, guidance, or simply a compassionate ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on.

As the jeep came to a halt in front of the imposing Hale house, Stiles glanced up and caught sight of a boy not much older than himself standing at one of the upstairs windows. His black hair framed his face, and thick eyebrows added intensity to his piercing green eyes. Though Stiles couldn't comprehend the significance of the moment, he felt an inexplicable pull toward this mysterious boy. With a friendly wave, the stranger acknowledged Stiles' arrival as the younger boy climbed out of the old jeep. Stiles grinned and waved back.

“Mischief,” Claudia called softly, gaining the boy’s attention, and he joined his parents as they headed to the large covered porch.

By the time they reached the stairs, Talia had already opened the red door, ready to greet them with a tall teenager standing at her right that had the same long dark hair and dark eyes as her mother.

“Welcome to our home!” the Alpha said regally. “This is my eldest, Laura,” Talia added, gesturing to the girl next to her. “She has recently started her training to take over as Alpha after myself, so she wanted to join us. Laura, this is Deputy Noah Stilinski and his wife Claudia.”

Talia paused before crouching down to be level with Stiles as she continued, “And this little one here is our newest pack member, Mieczysław.”

Stiles blinked and raised his eyebrows over at his parents at the correct pronunciation of his name. No one outside of their family had ever been able to say it correctly before.

“Nice to meet you all,” Laura said kindly, “especially you, Meechslav.”

Noah smiled at Laura’s stumbling, “You can call him ‘Stiles’ if you want.”

“I am so sorry!” Laura looked horrified, like she had offended them or something, “I’ve been trying to practice saying it. Everyone has the right to have their name pronounced properly.”

Claudia put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder, and replied, “Sweetie, we appreciate it. Honestly!” She added, seeing Laura about to interrupt. “Mieczysław was my father’s name. They were first generation immigrants from Poland, and, trust me, as a native speaker of the language, I completely understand that most Americans would have issues pronouncing it. Even my little Mischief here has problems saying his own name at times.” Claudia smiled down at Stiles, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. “For the longest time, he pronounced it ‘Mischief’, which is both adorable and, admittedly, accurate,” Claudia laughed lightly and everyone joined in.

“Stiles was originally my own father’s nickname,” Noah added, “so in a way, he’s named after both of his grandparents. We won’t be offended which you choose to call him by. You’re good. I swear.”

Talia smiled at Stiles, still crouched next to him. “What would you prefer, pup?” she inquired softly.

Stiles fidgeted as all eyes turned towards him. He shrugged, “Stiles is what everyone at school calls me.”

“Stiles it is!” Talia said cheerfully before she stood up, clapped her hands once and motioned for everyone to head inside. “How about we show you guys around real quick while Elijah finishes up lunch.”

[continue reading on ao3]

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twsterekbigbang · 2 years

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Bite the Moonlight and Bleed Gold

Author: raisesomehale | Artist: @katy-krysler |

Rating: Explicit | Word count: 86k

Mythical Beings & Creatures, Alpha Derek Hale, Creature Stiles Stilinski, Merman Stiles Stilinski, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Allison Argent, Evil Gerard Argent, Imprisonment, prisoner elements, Rimming, Anal Sex, Minor Character Death, Soul Bond, canonical events but they happen differently

!! Creator chose not to use warnings

Seven years after being tricked and imprisoned by the Argents as a teenager, Derek Hale finds himself off the blistering coasts of Antarctica aboard the Argentum Domina, an illegal prison ship out of which the Argents operate their behemoth, underground poaching empire. He spends his days working off his “servitude” as a poacher, supplying the family with supernatural creatures to sell on the Black Magic Market. A bitter, pack-less alpha, Derek is just trying to retain his sanity as he earns back the years of his life one capture at a time. But there doesn’t seem to be an end, or future, in sight for him. Until, everything changes when Allison Argent brings him an impossible case file with a reward price so ludicrous that he has no choice but to accept. The only problem is, the target creature shouldn’t even exist.

Derek is swept fast into the deep webbings of a bigger mystery than he could have ever imagined. And discovers that, like this enchanting creature, not everything is as it appears to be. There are secrets being kept from him, hidden plots at play that have puppeteered his life for so many years. Can Derek unmask these year-old schemes that threaten not only his life, but the state of the very world itself?

Created as part of the Sterek Big Bang 2022 @twsterekbigbang

#sterek #eternalsterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #sterek big bang 2022 #2022week3

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triskhellion · 2 months

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First & Last Lines / Writing Patterns

tagged by @dear-massacre 🖤 & @renmackree 💙!

Combining these since I'll be using the same posted fics for both because I tend to bounce around on my unpublished fics/chapters and am not sure of the order including those.

Rules:

Post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you worked on. WIPs are allowed! / List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Gingerly: 2k, Sterek, teen (complete)

First: Stiles began working on his magic over the summer, but didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to have something impressive, or at least reliable, to show when he was inevitably asked to demonstrate. Last: It seemed like he was going to show off his tattoos after all.

Anticipation (Chosen 5): drabble, Sterek, mature

First: He lifted a hand to his throbbing mark, unsteady from the new and intense sensations coursing through him. Last: Daunting.

Mine (Chosen 4): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Derek stilled as his senses expanded and were overwhelmed all at once. Last: Mine.

Mouth Stuff: 1.7k, Sterek/pre-Steraac, teen (complete)

First: The scent of intense irritation wafted over to where Derek was reading in his favorite chair. Last: And if he had an interesting dream about both of them that night, well, it was no one’s business but his.

Acceptance (Chosen 3): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: “…Mieczysław.” Last: A hungry mouth trailed kisses over his marked skin before fangs clamped down.

Answer (Chosen 2): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Derek listened to the rabbiting heart of his intended over the white noise of the heater. Last: "Yes."

Chosen: (Chosen 1): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Stiles could tell from the size of the bite on his neck that he was in trouble. Last: “I think you know.”

15 Shades of Red: 20.8k, Sterek, explicit (WIP)

First: His cool, calm, and collected demeanor was at odds with the anxiety and anticipation roiling inside him. Last: M — Stilinski — had just entered the room, his room, and he was incensed.

Legs: 4.3k, Sterek, explicit (complete)

First: “Thank fucking God,” Stiles muttered to himself as the key finally turned in the lock after jiggling the damn door until everything lined up just right. Last: And no matter who came in first, he was going to win either way.

Hunter, Dragon, Wolf: 1k, Sterek, mature (complete)

First: Every decision — theirs and yours — has led to this. Last: Entwined.

Consider yourself tagged if you want to join in!

#fic games #first & last lines #writing patterns #sterek #8 of these were for things with max word counts so a number of short sentences lol #half are from a drabble series so that affects the openings #but it looks like I often start with something the POV character is directly doing/saying/thinking/feeling/sensing etc #instead of describing more external things like scenery/history of the world/etc

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amatchinwater · 1 month

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Pairing: Stisaac

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittemore

Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood and injury, hurt Stiles, Stiles accepts the bite to save his life, near death experience, broken bone

Words: 2055

Prompt: BTHB square Setting a Broken Bone

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Before Chris took Allison away to France after forming a truce with the Hale pack, she taught Stiles everything she could about archery. The once fragile human now fills out his clothes, got stronger, and damn good with a bow. So whenever the pack decides they want fresh venison for dinner, he joins them.

It was as close to running with wolves as Stiles could get as a human. Adding what Allison taught him with Derek teaching him how to track, Stiles became an amazing hunter. In the traditional sense. Just as good as the supernatural creatures he surrounds himself with. Minus the extra teeth, glowing eyes, and enhanced senses.

Alli and Derek got him close enough while still clinging to his humanity. It’s not that Stiles doesn’t want the bite. You can blame his stubborn nature, but he’s determined to prove that he can survive just fine as is. And while he’s done a great job so far, Stiles has made it clear to Derek that should it come to life or death, give him the bite no questions asked.

He’s stubborn, not stupid.

Stiles even annoyed Deaton into showing him what it means to be a pack’s emissary. It was important to Stiles that Derek had someone he trusted to look out for the well being and safety of his pack. And that couldn’t be Deaton because deep down, whether Derek will admit it or not, he never fully forgave the man for not warning his mother about Kate. Stiles promised to be better.

And so far, he has been.

“Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Isaac asks, catching Stiles staring at his feet while they walk through the preserve in the early evening.

One guess what the pack wanted for dinner tonight.

“Just wondering if the deer can hear my stomach grumbling and that’s why we haven’t seen any.” Stiles grins at the wolf, “if we don’t find one soon, I might be eating wolf tonight.”

It was supposed to be a joke. But the look Isaac gives him makes Stiles’ cheeks burn. “So you think I look tasty?” His words, no matter how cheesy, spread the heat down to Stiles’ chest. He trips over a root trying to respond about how he meant Jackson or Boyd. Isaac chuckles, “Not as smooth as you thought you were?”

No, Isaac. Because you’ve been Stiles’ crush ever since he laid eyes on you.

“Shut up,” Stiles scoffs, choosing his next step more carefully. He’s a hunter for god’s sake, Stiles has been trained out of his clumsiness.

“Aww, did I hit a soft spot, Pretty Boy?” Isaac practically whispers in Stiles’ ear.

When the fuck did he get that close?

Chills run down Stiles’ spine from the wolf’s words and proximity. That was a lot to digest in thirty seconds. Much more than Stiles can handle while trying to hunt deer. Rather than give Isaac the satisfaction, Stiles focuses on the task at hand.

Another few moments of silence and they spot a doe eating in front of a large tree. Stiles crouches behind a bush, Isaac beside him, and removes an arrow from his quiver. He takes a steady breath before knocking it.

“Hit her in the heart, I’ll take care of the rest?” Isaac whispers so as not to spook her.

Stiles nods. It’s their method and has always worked for them. They work. Derek knows it; it’s why they’re always paired together on hunts. You just won’t catch Stiles saying some embarrassing shit like that out loud. He’s impulsive, yes, but his brain cells still work. Isaac will never see them as anything more than pack and Stiles has to live with that.

Stiles takes a breath in time with the draw of his bowstring. Holding it, he aims for the heart. He won’t miss, Allison made sure of that. On the exhale, Stiles looses the arrow. But before it can hit its mark, the doe takes off, a set of glowing blue eyes bound towards them instead.

There’s no chance of a reaction, of trying to defend himself or see if Isaac can jump in between. The only option is to brace for impact. If blood wasn’t rushing through his ears, Stiles probably would have heard the snarl before being body slammed into the ground. It’s a quick blur, but the wolf resembles what Peter looked like when he could fully shift, just a little smaller.

Isaac’s roar as the omega runs away barely makes it through Stiles’ ears. He doesn’t even get to register the pain in his side from the landing. Or the dirt he had to spit out. He’s already spun and crouched, bow at the ready for the wolf to make its next move.

“Talk to me, Is,” Stiles’ eyes dart around the tree line the sun has mostly fallen behind. He can’t see shit. “Where is it?”

“I don’t know,” Isaac hisses, golden eyes struggling to locate their attacker. “I can’t even smell it.”

That’s not good.

A twig snaps to his right, Stiles trains his bow immediately. Not realizing it’s a trap until Isaac yells, “Stiles!” that it was just a diversion.

Stiles turns only halfway before the beast lunges from the shadows. Its teeth clamp around Stiles’ forearm, the bow falling to the darkening forest floor. At first, he doesn’t feel much other than the trail of blood sliding down his arm. Too much shock, adrenaline, or both coursing through his veins. Then the wolf thrashes. Flinging Stiles’ around by his limb like a dog with a chew toy.

Skin shreds and something definitely cracks and Stiles feels it then, letting out a blood curdling scream. White hot fire shooting up his arms, causing a ringing in his ear. It hurts to fucking bad, but he can’t get free.

“Derek!” Isaac howls. His claws sink into the wolf’s sides while Stiles tries to get his arm free without doing more damage.

He’s already lost feeling in his fingers.

Using the last shreds of strength he can muster, Stiles drives his free elbow down on the wolf’s head repeatedly until it finally lets go. He grabs his bloody arm, holding it to his chest, stumbling to the ground.

Stiles can feel the bone sticking out of his skin. If he looks, he’ll pass out. Adrenaline sure is something, he’s in pain that’s for sure, but at least he stopped screaming. The blood loss is already making his vision swim, he needs to stay conscious. Not that it would really matter if he ends up dying. Seeing death coming and being powerless to stop it would be almost as insulting as watching that thing kill Isaac.

The sun is well behind the trees now, all he can make out are two blurry shapes bouncing around. Stiles is fucking cold. He should really assess the damage. See if he can fix it while Isaac fights. But that just seems too hard and the grass is comfortable. It’d be totally okay if he closed his eyes right now.

“It’s okay, Stiles,” Isaas says, sounding so far away, but the dull drag of pain being taken washes over him with the wolf’s words. It’s almost like he’s speaking underwater. He half feels Isaac lift his head into his lap. But those golden eyes, those are in sharp focus. “It’s gone, okay? You’re going to be just fine. But you have to keep your eyes open. Can you do that for me, Pretty Boy? Huh? Let me see those eyes.”

“What happened?” What sounds like Jackson’s frantic voice asks.

Stiles can’t be sure. He’s well past loopy, looking up at Isaac, slurring, “why you ‘lways call m’ pretty boy?”

Someone kneels beside him, lifting his shredded arm.

Isaac chokes on his laugh, “because you are my pretty boy, Stiles.”

“Because he loves you, moron.”

Yeah. Definitely Jackson.

Stiles makes a noise that was supposed to be a chuckle, but it just comes out more like an amused grunt. “I love you too, Isaac,” Stiles grins, full and dopey.

“Isaac,” Derek snaps with no heat. Purely to get his attention rather than scold. “I need you to hold him still. I have to reset the bone. The bite will save his life, but it won’t fix that.”

“But it cured Eri-”

“It will mend it together, yes.” Derek bites off a growl, “but it won’t put the bone back in his body.

Why does Derek sound so angry? Stiles is over here on cloud nine. He can’t feel a thing, which in hindsight should be a bad thing. But Isaac has feelings for him. That’s all he cares about. Although Stiles admittedly is very tired. If only he could rest his eyes, just for a moment. Then he could get his bearings and work shit out. Just a few seconds, it’ll be okay, really.

“Shit,” Derek curses, “he’s slipping. Isaac, hold him.”

He only needs a moment, Derek, it’s fine.

Crack.

It’s startlingly silent for all of half a second before Stiles screams. Loud, long, and high. That hurt just as much as the actual breaking of his arm. He wails, trying to lurch into a sitting position, but Isaac’s hold is true. Both he and Jackson are quick to take his pain. Stiles’ skin is clammy. He’s hot and cold all at the same time. Wide awake from the shock of it all and ready to pass out.

And when Derek’s teeth sink into his flesh, he does.

—

Stiles wakes with a start the next morning in Isaac’s room. What the hell is he doing in the wolf’s room?

“He’s awake,” Derek says.

But when Stiles looks around the room, the Alpha is nowhere to be seen. The only person is Isaac sleeping soundly in a chair beside his bed. So then how was he able to hear Derek? What did Stiles miss?

“Isaac?” He says, the wolf grunting softly in response. “Isaac,” Stiles repeats, more firmly.

The Beta jolts awake, inhaling sharply before his blue eyes land on Stiles. “You’re awake,” Isaac beams, reaching over to hold his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine?” Stiles says, confused as to why he wouldn’t be. He can’t really remember much from the night before other than him and the wolf walking through the preserve together for dinner. “Why am I in your bed?”

“You-” Isaac shakes his head, curls flopping over his eyes, “you don’t remember?” Stiles shakes his head no. “We were attacked last night. You got hurt, you were-” the wolf takes a shaky breath, “you were dying. Derek saved our life.”

Memories flash in the back of Stiles’ mind. The rogue werewolf, the way he screamed when it bit his arm. All of the blood he lost. Derek snapping his bone back in place. The bite. And Isaac. Admitting that he loves him through Jackson’s snark. He’s a werewolf now.

“You love me.” It comes out as more of an accusation than Stiles intended.

Isaac ducks his head for a second, hiding the smile curling the corner of his mouth, “I do. Have for a long time, Pretty Boy. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” the other wolf whines in the back of his throat.

Not even remotely wanting to hear an apology or that whine again, Stiles uses his newfound werewolf strength and drags the Beta into bed with him. “That thing came out of nowhere, Is,” the wolf says, Isaac curling around his body. “I don’t expect you to be sorry for that. Not with how fast it moved. Besides,” Stiles adjusts himself so he can hold the other wolf, “you did your best and stuck by me the whole time. I have nothing to be mad about just as much as you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“You still got hurt,” Isaac retorts, squeezing tighter. “And turned into a werewolf because of it.”

“Meh, it was bound to happen eventually,” Stiles reasons. “All I care about is that we’re both safe now. And that I love you too.”

Isaac looks up at him with a soft smile, “so that wasn’t just the blood loss talking?”

“You tell me,” Stiles grins, leaning down to seal their mouths together, adoring the way that Isaac melts into the kiss.

It definitely wasn’t the blood loss.

#teen wolf #stisaac #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #bad things happen bingo #Match Writes

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lucky-bishop · 2 months

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First & Last Lines

Thank you for the tag, @dear-massacre! Ily!

Rules: Post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you worked on. WIPs are allowed!

Alright, the first three here are WIPs that are yet unpublished! Then the rest are on AO3, even if they aren't yet complete.

Soft Poly Parents of Beacon Hills (working title) | John/Melissa/Chris/Peter | Rating TBD (mature/teen): It starts, funnily enough, with a group chat "I think I - at least - underestimated just how out of practice I am at this whole thing."

The Heart Sweater™️ | Allydia | Teen+ She's not wearing it for her, but Lydia can pretend. This is more serious than 'awkward'.

The Worst Beta (aka the Grindr Bite Fic) | Steter | Explicit And sure, okay, maybe Stiles could have figured out that the guy was a wolf. Scott levels him with a Look. "Gee, I wonder where I've heard something like that before."

Possessive Beasts (WIP) | Steterek | Explicit | 16,549 words posted The possessive thing in Peter's chest snarls for him to sink his teeth into Stiles Stilinski, but he waits. It's a small victory that it was his information that got them to the point of the ritual, even if they still have no idea who could be working its magic.

Beasts of Beacon Hills | Sterek, Steter, Scerek, Sceter | Explicit | 5,708 words There's no other way to describe it: Scott and Stiles are fucking pumped for this camping trip. He wishes - more than anything - that they had just let the mystery go.

maybe we got lost in translation | Stisaac | Explicit | 1,998 words "The fuck is this, Stiles?" They'll figure it out, he's sure.

in the woods somewhere | Steter | Explicit | 3,020 words Stiles should have known better than to come out to the preserve alone tonight. He closes his eyes and lets the darkness take him again. It's all he can do.

The Greenberg Files | Stiles/Scott/Greenberg | Explicit | 7,962 words Things are pretty crazy in Beacon Hills, so Jared is pleased as punch when his application to spend the second half of his junior year abroad in Greece is accepted. And while Jared still has plans - he's still going to go out into the world and kick ass at college and beyond - he's more than happy to spend his remaining time in Beacon Hills as a part of the pack, as a part of this relationship.

Mario Kartussy | Liam/Scott/Theo/Stiles | Explicit | 4,252 words This was the best kind of pack day, Stiles was absolutely sure of it, even if they only called it dude's night and not an actual pack night, since it was more exclusive. No one could deny that it was off to a pretty goddamn stellar start, though.

Creature of the Night | Stackson | Mature | 7,595 words "And to think of all the shit you gave me for being a kanima. Oh, this is gold," Jackson laughs, genuinely doubled over with glee. "I guess so," Jackson says with his warm, relaxed smile that's Stiles' absolute favorite. "I think we can work with that."

No-pressure tags to: @softranswolves, @beaconfeels, @meggie-stardust, @ambersagen, @midmorning-bomb, @mirrorthoughts

#my writing #teen wolf #tag game

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stilesdemonbaby · 5 months

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change (and belief) by rightsidethru

Summary:

Stiles has always gone over and beyond what was necessary when he went into a research binge. Peter may--or may not--end up regretting that.

Tags: Stiles Stilinski Accepts The Bite, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Peter Hale, Werewolf Mates, Pre-Slash

Published: 2019-08-04

Words: 1,722

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: T

#complete #2019 #words <5k #rating t #steter #fic rec #change (and belief)#alpha peter #season 1 #mates

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sinqueen69 · 10 months

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Meeting The Requirements [Sterek]

Senator Stiles decides to sponsor Gladiator Derek Hale, sponsorships differ depending on the Senator and Stiles has particular tastes that Derek meets.

Pairing: Top Senator Stiles/ Bottom Gladiator Derek, Stiles/Jordan [Side Pairing]

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Derek tried to keep himself calm, the lavish decor of the Senator's chambers making him feel out of place in his worn loincloth. His muscles and scars from the arena were on full display and he felt as if he was leaving a trail of dirt in his wake. Derek had been brought to Senator Stilinski’s home after his latest fight in the Coliseum, winning his 10th fight since he had been taken from the burnt remains of his family’s homestead.

Derek knew of Senator Stilinski, also known as Stiles because his father had held the Senator's seat before his son had taken over. Derek also knew why he had been escorted here, he had been favoured by Senator before and while he had not enjoyed those experiences he appreciated the luxuries that he was allowed during his time being sponsored.

“Gladiator Hale, I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” The Roman Senator gilded into the room. A rich red robe wrapped around his torso to signify his status, he was younger and smaller than Derek was but he was pretty in a way Derek hadn’t expected.

“Senator Stilinski,” Derek bowed in respect, old scars tingling on his back to remind of him his station in life and that he must always bow to his betters.

“Would you like a drink?” Stiles tossed over his shoulder as he stood by a table, jugs of wine scattered over the surface.

“No thank you, Senator,” Derek declined, wanting to keep a clear head for whatever came next. Stiles hummed, pouring wine for himself not seeming to be offended by Derek’s rejection.

“I have to admit, you’ve been on quite the winning streak lately and you’ve caught my eye.” Stiles sipped his wine as he began to walk a slow circle around Derek. Derek clasped his hands behind his back and kept himself from flinching as he felt as if he was the prey instead of the predator.

“I’m considering becoming your sponsor Gladiator Hale, however, I insisted on inspecting you myself.” Stiles came to a stop in front of Derek, he smirked as he reached forward and yanked on the knot keeping Derek’s loincloth in place. Derek swallowed as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving him bare and large, flaccid cock hanging between his muscular thighs.

“So I see the rumours about you weren’t simple rumours,” Stiles smiled as he curled his fingers around Derek’s cock, simply holding the Gladiator’s cock making Derek bite his bottom lip.

“I always listen to rumours, but I like to do research and I am rather pleased with the truth I discovered. All your previous sponsors had seen your size and insisted you use your body to pleasure them, but I know what you like when you’re hidden in anonymity and darkness. I am quite pleased to say that your true pleasure lines up with my mine quite nicely.” Stiles smoothed his hands over Derek’s thighs and then back up to grope Derek’s toned ass, kneading the globes teasingly as Derek’s heart picked up its pace.

Derek jolted with a low, startled groan when Stiles’ suddenly slapped his cock. Derek’s cheeks burned as his cock started to get hard at the slap, making Stiles chuckle.

“While you’re with me, you won’t be using this useless cock at all. Won’t that be nice? You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Stiles crooned as he alternated between gripping Derek’s cock hard and slapping it roughly. Derek was hard and leaking within moments, cheeks bright red and breathing coming in roughly.

“Y-Yes Senator,” Derek managed to answer as he resisted thrusting his hips forward to meet Stiles’ slaps.

“Why don’t you get into a position that you love being in?” Stiles crooned, stepping back content to watch Derek move. Derek looked around before he shuffled over to an empty table and carefully bent himself over the edge. Derek planted his feet wide and arched his hips to prop up his ass.

“Perfect, it’s like you read my mind.” Stiles praised as he stepped up behind Derek’s bent-over position, hands greedily on the Gladiator’s ass and pried the firm cheeks apart to reveal Derek’s tight, pink hole.

“I like hearing my bed partner's pleasure, so be as loud as you’ve always wanted to be when you’ve been in this position.” Stiles ordered as he coated his fingers in oil, cock hard under the layers of his clothes as he rubbed some oil over Derek’s hole.

Derek whined lowly at the touch, startling like he was surprised he made such a sound. Stiles grinned as he gripped Derek’s hip as Stiles pressed his oil-slick finger into the Gladiator. Derek groaned lowly as he relaxed around Stiles’ finger, Stiles hummed and quickly added a second finger.

“You’re so loose, I have no doubts in the dead of night you muffle yourself and play with your hole until it’s puffy, loose and ready to be used,” Stiles commented as he easily thrust his fingers into Derek, savouring the soft moans the buff Gladiator was making.

“Hah, ah,” Derek groaned, gripping the edge of the table tightly as his hips jerked. A weak, but pleasured noise fell from his lips when Stiles curved his fingers to hit against that spot inside all of men that made them weak in the knees at the same time Stiles’s slapped Derek’s low hanging and dripping cock.

“You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you? I’ve been watching you for a long time, I’ve seen that grimace on your face when you’re forced to use that useless cock of yours. You were born to spread your legs and let someone else put you to use,” Stiles commented as he removed his fingers, shifting the folds of his clothing to free his erection so he could coat himself with oil.

“P-Please,” Derek sounded a bit broken already and Stiles hadn’t even got inside of him yet.

“Be my sponsored Gladiator and I promise you will never have to use that useless cock of yours again.” Stiles leaned down to whisper his offer into Derek’s ear as he fit the head of his cock into Derek’s eager hole.’

“Yes, yes, ohhhh!” Derek agreed before he was cut off by a long, pleasured moan as Stiles’ pushed into him, his cock sliding easily into the Gladiator from behind.

“You took my cock easier than a common brothel whore would, maybe that is how I should fuck you. Fuck you like a brothel whore would be fucked, would you like that Gladiator Hale?” Stiles purred, smirking when Derek whimpered and clenched tightly around his cock.

“Y-Yes Senator Stilinski,” The Gladiator pleaded, rocking back on his feet to take more of Stiles’ cock into his ass. Stiles spanked Derek’s ass hard, leaving a pink imprint behind and Derek whined softly at the sudden sting of pain.

“Since you belong to me now, you will address me as Master or Sir,” Stiles stated as he lazily rotated his hips, grinding the head of his cock against that spot inside of Derek that made the Gladiator’s knees go weak.

“Yes, yes, Master,” Derek nodded, slumped over the table completely relying on it to hold him upright.

“Good boy,” Stiles praised as he patted Derek’s leaking cock fondly before he gripped the larger man’s hips as he drew his cock out. At the same time he thrust forward, he yanked Derek back towards him. Derek let out a wounded noise that quickly turned into a loud moan as Stile repeated the action over and over. The sound of their skin slapping filled the lavish Senator's chambers only broken by Derek’s moans of pleasure and Stiles’ low grunts.

Stiles reached around and landed one of the hardest slaps he could manage to Derek’s cock. Stiles laughed as Derek cried out as he came untouched at the mix of pleasure and pain as Stiles kept thrusting into him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a slutty thing you are, I love it.” Stiles laughed breathlessly as he thrust into Derek a few more times before he climaxed, filling his new Gladiator with his seed.

Derek was a mess of sweat and cum as he lay completely slack from his bent-over position on the table, seemingly dazed as Stiles pulled out of him, licking his lips at the sight of Derek’s puffy, abused hole leaking his cum slowly.

“As my newest Gladiator I’m holding you to high standards Derek, do your best not to disappoint me.” Stiles patted Derek’s ass before he picked up a small bell and shook it. The sound startled Derek, he felt like he couldn’t move so even if he wanted to, to hide the state the Senator left him in, he was unable to.

All Derek could do was watch as another man of similar build to him enter the room, he looked vaguely familiar but Derek couldn’t place him. He had a loincloth made of expensive rich red fabric that matched the loop of fabric around Stiles’ torso, he was holding a tray with a scroll that no doubt held Derek’s contract.

“Jordan, meet Derek Hale. My newest Gladiator,” Stiles took the offered scroll from Jordan. Jordan inclined his head to Derek before sinking to his knees by Stiles’ feet. Stiles read Derek��s contract and absently stroked Jordan’s brown hair. Derek watched interested and a bit confused.

“Ah, Jordan was my previous sponsored Gladiator. He got injured in his last fight and they wanted to throw him away, I refused to let that happen so I purchased him and now he’s my personal attendant. Jordan, you and Derek here have the same interests. Why don’t you show him, what I can offer him if he does well in the arena?” Stiles nudged Jordan with his foot as he spoke, not giving either Jordan or Derek his attention.

Jordan rose higher on his knees and untied his loincloth without speaking at all. Derek’s breath hitched at the sight of thin gold metal looping around Jordan’s flaccid cock and around his balls. It looked snug and Derek’s exhausted mind connected that the tight bands of metal must prevent him from coming. Derek’s cock twitched lazily, he ached to know how that cage of metal would feel around his cock.

“Do well enough and I shall commission a cage for your useless cock as well. Jordan, be useful and clean me up while I sign Gladiator Hale’s contract.” Stiles ordered as he nicked his thumb to leave his seal at the bottom of the scroll. Derek swallowed hard as he watched Jordan give Stiles’ soft and cum-streaked cock small but eager licks.

Derek’s mouth watered as he watched, his hole clenching and the Senator’s cum still dripping out of him as he watched Jordan use his mouth to clean Stiles’ cock up and then gently tuck the man’s cock back into the folds of his clothing. Jordan stayed quiet the whole time and returned to his kneeling position before raising the tray for Stiles to return the scroll to the surface.

“Thank you Jordan, I’ll see you later tonight.” Stiles patted Jordan’s head like one would a dog, but Derek craved for the absent touch.

“Feel free to use my attached bath to clean yourself up before you are escorted back to the arena. I look forward to your next fight and our following meeting.” Stiles strode over to Derek as Jordan walked out of the room, uncaring that his caged cock was on full display. Stiles took Derek’s chin in his fingers and kissed Derek soundly, possessively.

“I take care of my things Derek and you like Jordan are one of mine,” Stiles promised with a dark smile and yet Derek had never felt so safe and wanted in his life. He would keep fighting and keep winning, for Stiles, for the future he could see in Jordan.

#Teen Wolf #Sterek #Stiles/Jordan #18+#Ancient Rome #Roman Senator Stiles Stilinski #Gladiator Derek Hale #Bottom Derek Hale #Top Stiles Stilinski #SinQueen69

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kitchenisking · 2 years

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Part 8

Accept My Claim (As I Hold My Breath) by xcaellachx - (Accept My Claim) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 47318, sterek)

Shifters outnumber humans and the world has accepted the ancient shifter ritual of Claiming. This includes courting, the verbal claim, the mating bite, and the public claiming. You guessed it, public sex.

Alpha Derek Hale has known Stiles Stilinski was his mate since the human was 15. Being Derek, he has issues, and doesn't make the move to claim him until it is almost too late. Theo Raeken is intent on Stiles becoming his mate and he doesn't intend to wait.

Stiles is feeling lonely since Scott claimed Allison as his mate and is wondering if he'll be alone forever. What is he to think when the psycho Theo starts sniffing around him and then suddenly the smoking hot alpha of Beacon Hills is paying attention to him too?

A is for Alpha by midnightcas - (Alphabet(a) Soup for the Sterek Soul) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2506, sterek)

“Relax, Stiles,” he said in a low voice, one hand coming up to rest by his shoulder, thumbing the soft skin by it, trying to urge the boy to calm. “I am relaxed,” Stiles snapped. . . .

"I am never having sex with you again."

Bleeding Love by BisexualInDisguise - (Bleeding Love pt 1 & 2 ) - (Rating: T, Words: 6919, sterek)

Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn't smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn't care less. He told himself that he's just good at hiding it.

Stiles was trying so damn hard.

But he's broken so many promises to himself.

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Scott's a bad friend and Derek's a fluff ball

Finding Aurelia by Warlock_Nerd - (Finding Aurelia) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 52613, sterek)

While on a run one day, Derek finds something horrifying. A pile of decomposing werewolf corpses. Hunters have been closing in, killing for sport. But within the carnage and blood, Derek finds something innocent amongst the rotting bodies… a baby, injured and barely alive.

Can Derek save the pup? Will the hunters find the pack? How can Derek keep his pack safe from the very thing that killed his family all those years ago? Does history repeat itself or can the tale be retold?

Where We Belong by thecheekydragon - (Where We Belong) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 16548, sterek)

Derek rescues a little werewolf girl and takes on the responsibility of caring for her. Stiles helps.

Cherrybomb by the_deep_magic - (Derek Hale: Werewolf Cop) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13115, sterek)

Stiles is yanked up to his feet so fast that his world spins and his shoulder aches and he’s a second from screaming police brutality! when he gets a good look at the cop’s face.

Holy shit. Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller - (where thou art, that is home) - (Rating: T, Words: 28959, sterek)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

pain and peace by jesuisgrace - (stiles gets migraines 'verse) - (Rating: G, Words: 476, sterek)

When Derek wrenches the window open to swing himself through it, Stiles makes an inhuman noise. The scent of pain in the room is suffocating. He crosses to the bed and nearly recoils from the pain that hits him when his fingers brush the side of Stiles' head. He moves closer, wrapping his hand around his head and watching his pain bleed into his body. It's so much. "Stiles," he murmurs, as quiet as he can, when the black trailing up his arm slows and finally fades.

Sparks Fly by linksofmemories_archive - (Rewritten) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13166, sterek)

“So how is you loving me not bullshit?” Derek asked, sensing that he had won judging by his stupid smug smile.

Of course Derek would be the only person in the world who was smug when someone wasn’t in love with him.

“Just shut up,” Stiles said. “Fine, I don’t love you. Not right now anyway. But I will.”

Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis - (Sour Kush) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2947, sterek)

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

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